Nostalgia.
- May 6, 2022
- 1 min read
With all things coinciding, it feels weirdly comforting.
We grew up, trudging on different paths.
You were my first best friend. My first play-mate.
You were curious, naïve and innocent.
You were cheeky, mischievous and bold.
You were comfort, warmth and safe.
Time flew by, we distanced.
We stopped playing together.
We stopped hanging out. We don't talk anymore.
We barely even met.
And you moved away.
Nineteen years later.
I saw you. I had a peek into your life.
I missed us when we were young.
But it was merely a fleeting thought.
Twenty years from then.
We meet again.
We both grew up.
Not much has changed.
You were still the cheeky one.
Except, maybe now I've changed.
It was comfort, it was awkward and yet it was safe.
I was hesitant, I was scared, and I was wary.
You broke down my walls with a simple hug.
The comforting smile, the familiar scent, and the walk down memory lane.
You were back in my life again.
And I hope you're here to stay.
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